If you didn’t read part 1, go have a look here; but in short, I am meditating now. Look, I didn’t INTEND to buy a full year subscription to the Headspace app. On the purchase screen it said something about $12 a month, and I thought gosh, that’s good value innit, I’d pay that for… Continue reading Mediations on Meditation: Part 2
Earlier this year I read Lost Connections by Johann Hari. It’s very good and I loved it and not JUST because there are celebrity endorsements on the cover. It’s all about the “real” causes of depression, and look, I know I should probably be dubious of anything that claims to be the “real” truth because… Continue reading Meditations on Meditation: Part 1
Years ago I wrote about getting a massage and how I definitely fell in love with my masseuse and planned a whole life together before the session ended and I promptly lost interest. It turns out that blogging is wonderful for one’s self-awareness, because I am now Aware that that exact scenario happens constantly to… Continue reading Foot Fetish
It wasn’t until after lunch on Wednesday that I realised I’d pushed my “meh, I’ll just wash my hair tomorrow” mantra a step too far. My hair had formed two distinct and unique factions, and they were at war atop my head. My fringe was greasy and had formed thick strands, looking like I’d dumped… Continue reading Grooming for the modern woman
Sunday. Woke up. Sick. Properly sick. I tried to sip water. Nope. My throat was tighty-rolled sandpaper and the pathetic dribble of water felt like a very large brick. My ears ached too, but on the inside. How can ears hurt? It seems illogical. But they throbbed, and I felt like I could hear a… Continue reading The Sniffles
I remember when I was young and my mother mentioned that grownups talked about the weather to make small talk. "What about the weather?" "Oh, just what it was doing, what it might do later." It seemed... unfathomable. As a child, my hobbies were completing jigsaw puzzles, reading books, eating vast amounts of nutella, and… Continue reading Beautiful Day, Isn’t It?
I slide into the booth, trying to untangle my sunglasses from my hair with one hand while I unbutton my coat with the other. “Sorry!” I say, “I know I’m late, but I’ve been hungover as balls for two days and couldn’t get anywhere near my blog, I could only face bad movies and deep… Continue reading Regularly scheduled programming